He turns toward me, tucking one leg up against mine so there really is no room between us. “What do you want to know?”
I let my eyes linger on his lips for a beat before I ask, “Was I your first choice when you came down here?”
“Yes,” he answers.
“How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Because you’re a redhead, and redheads make my blood boil in a good, heart-racing way. You also have amazing tits. And when I got closer, I saw how light your eyes were and was captivated. No one else in this room was worth my time compared to you.”
“What a line,” I scoff as I reach for my drink and take a sip, letting his words hit my soul. Once I swallow, I say, “But it did make me all warm inside.”
“That’s a start. Tell me, what do you do?”
“Nothing,” I answer. “I’m still in school.” He pauses, and I can see the panic on his face, so I place my hand on his thigh and add, “Grad school.”
“Oh.” He nervously laughs. “Okay, that, uh . . . that sits better with my conscience.”
“Ten years older than me sits better with me too. I like them older.”
“Yeah?” He lifts a brow. “Why’s that?”
“More mature,” I answer. “I’ve seen my fair share of idiots my age, and they just don’t vibe the way I want them to.”
“And how would that be?” he asks.
“Well, I prefer when the man I’m with actually makes me come and doesn’t leave it up to me while he’s cleaning himself off.”
His brow creases together. “Did a guy actually do that to you?”
I hold up two fingers and wiggle them at him. “Twice. I also prefer for the man I’m with to have some meat on his bones, the ability to grow facial hair, and some semblance of an idea of what it means to seduce a woman.”
“No problem there,” he says as he leans his shoulder against the back of the couch but stays turned toward me. “I once grew a beard so thick that I lost a jellybean in it.”
I let out a laugh just loud enough to draw attention from other tables.
“Wow, you sure know how to turn a lady on, lost jellybeans in beards.” I shiver. “Really gets me hot.”
“I knew you’d appreciate that.” He smiles, and it’s so incredibly sexy that I find myself leaning toward him. He takes advantage of the lean by placing his hand on my leg and drags his thumb softly up and down my inner thigh. Fuck, I hate that I didn’t wear a skirt tonight. His hand on my bare skin would undoubtedly feel sublime.
“What else do you look for in a man?” he asks. “Maybe I can check off more of your boxes.”
“Hmm, well, large hands.”
He lifts his hand from my thigh and holds it up, then takes my hand and places it right up against his, comparing the size. No contest, his eclipses mine.
“That big enough?”
“It will do.” I smirk.
He returns his hand to my leg. “What else?”
“I prefer a large dick.”
His brow lifts again because a naughty smile passes over his lips. “Can’t whip out my cock for you in public, so you’re going to have to take my word for it, but you can look at my feet and make your own assessment.”
I bend at the waist and glance at one of his feet . . . one of his extremely large feet.
My mouth goes dry from the thought of how that could translate into so much more.
When I glance back up at him, he says, “Like what you see?”
To throw him a bone, I reply, “I do.” And then I twist toward him so his hand on my thigh slides over my hip. “What do you like in a woman?”
“Confidence,” he says. “No shame. Humor. And a great pair of killer eyes. Which you have.”
“Hmm, I thought you were going to say tits.”
“That’s just a bonus,” he says, wetting his lips again.
“What about in the bedroom?” I ask. “If I were to go up to your room tonight, what would you expect from me?”
“I expect nothing, but I accept everything,” he says.
“So . . .” I dance my fingers over the unbuttoned portion of his shirt. “If I were to tell you that I wanted to give you, I don’t know, a lap dance as a way to disrobe myself, would you be okay with that?”
“Baby, I would hum music for you if you needed it.”
I chuckle. “And if I were to, I don’t know . . .” I drag my fingers down the front of his chest to his stomach, where I can feel the definition of his abs against my fingertips. “Want to take you into my mouth, would you let me?”
“I would help you to your knees and offer you a pillow to kneel on.”
“Ooo, a gentleman.” I move my hand closer to his waistline. “And if I told you I wanted to come on your cock, would you try to get me to come on your tongue first?”
“Yes,” he answers, his eyes looking hazy now, so I move my hand just a bit more south until I come in contact with his hardening cock. His teeth pull over his bottom lip as he stares at me, never telling me to stop, so I dance my fingers over his length.
“But I said I wanted to come on your cock, not your tongue.”
“You act as if you’ve only come once in a night.”
“What if I have?” I ask.
“Then you need to spend the night with me, baby, because you aren’t coming just once. Guaran-fucking-tee.”
My nipples go hard from the thought.
A dull throb erupts between my legs.
And all caution is thrown to the wind as I realize there is no chance in hell I’m not getting off several times tonight. I can tell he wants this, but I know for a fact that I want this more.
My palm smooths over his cock, and he growls under his breath as he moves in close and drags his hand up my arm, to my shoulder, then right to the base of my neck, where he lightly encircles it, claiming me as his right here at this moment.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asks.
“I think you know the answer to that, Levi.”
“Then tell me your fucking name and come back to my room with me because I’m dying to show you what it’s like to be with a real man.”
I wet my lips and run my hand over the side of his cheek, feeling the scruff from the day. “Maybe you can just fuck me without knowing my name,” I answer.
“What if I fuck you and like it too damn much, then what?”
“You saying this could be more than one night for you? Because this is one night for me.”
“I’m saying it would be nice to know who the hell is making me hard as a goddamn stone right now. I think that’s only fair.”
“Perhaps,” I say as I lean in close, leading with my breasts as I drape my arm over his shoulder, looking for a small taste. I let my fingers sift through his hair as I move in until I’m only an inch from his face. My breasts press against his chest, and his hand slides up the back of my shirt as he brings me in that last inch, right before our mouths lock.
Immediately, I part my lips and get lost in the feel of his tongue sliding against mine, of the demand he has for me, of the way he pulls me in just enough that I’m almost sitting on his lap.
You can relinquish a certain amount of control when you’re kissing someone else, and right now, I surrender completely to Levi. I let him take over, loving how his tongue artfully tangles with mine. Loving how his hand slowly slides to my ribs so his thumb rests just under my breast. And loving how the scruff of his jaw scrapes against the sensitive skin on my face.
Everything about this kiss is addicting.
Everything about this kiss tells me I made the right decision.
And everything about this kiss leads me to believe this will be the best night of my entire life.
Not wanting to get too out of hand in the middle of the bar, I pull away from the kiss and watch as his eyes slowly open and make contact with mine.
He stares.
Almost unbelieving. Like he can’t quite possibly comprehend the kiss we just shared.
I’m right there with him because I can still feel the sparks shooting off between us.
“That was, uh . . . great,” he says in shock.
I smile because, yeah, that was great.
That was more than great.
That was addictive.
That was everything I wanted and so much more.
If I wasn’t already convinced I’d be spending the night with this man, I am now.
I smooth my hand up his chest, wanting another taste. So I lean in just as something catches the corner of my eye. I glance over Levi’s shoulder and spot my dad walking toward the dining room with a few people gathering around him.
Oh shit.
I quickly pull away from Levi. “Uh, I . . . uh, I need to go.”
“What?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think, oh yup, that’s my phone.” I pick up my phone, and I bring it up to my ear. “Hello. Yup, hi. Sure, be there soon. Okay. Bye.” I stand from the couch, and Levi quickly stands as well, letting his back face the dining room. “Sorry, got to head out, but it was nice chatting with you.”
“Wait, seriously?” he asks. “Is everything okay? Was it something I said?”
“Nope, great kiss.” I pat his chest. “Just need to help out a friend, so good luck with the hockey and everything.” I start to leave when he grabs my hand, stopping me.
“Wait, I don’t even know your name.”